Hanleigh loves books more than nearly anything in the world; whether its reading them or writing them, Hanleigh just can't get enough. She relishes in the way authors can create worlds with the words they put in their books. She loves the way your imagination introduces you to a new world when you read a book. It may well be a world completely foreign to the one you live in. That world is brought to life; inspiring you to dream, captivating your imagination and enticing your senses.
Hanleigh first took to reading as a small child reading Dr Zeus. She then fell in love with romance literature when she first read Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen; when she first swooned over Mr Darcy. She's read more books than she can count and owns more books than some libraries.

One city. Nine million people.
An heiress hell bent on breaking her parents' rules…
A CEO struggling to maintain control... 
Two co-workers with a history they can’t delete…
An artist running from her past…
The man who wants nothing more than to protect her…
A manwh*re doctor looking for a second chance with the only woman he’s ever loved…
A detective and her jerk of a boss, hunting down a serial killer…
And the hunky man who might just be one lucky girl’s Christmas Miracle…

Hanleigh's London

I've spent the majority of my weekend glued to my phone, waiting to hear from Clara but by Sunday I'd convinced myself that she wasn't going to get in touch. I'd sent flowers, Chinese food, balloons... I even left a post it note on her apartment door telling her she was beautiful but she ignored it all.


Heck, I almost bought her a puppy but I thought that might be going a step too far, so I left a goldfish in a glass fishbowl on her doorstep instead. But still, nothing, not a single word and now I'm sat in the board room at work. The only thing I didn't do was barge into Thorpe's on Saturday and demand Clara's attention.


Chapter 184: Monday Morning